People miss glass onion. Well so do I. I miss the little things. Things that I associate with the band I was a part of.

There is this cake shop. Monginis I believe. A little tiny shop right opposite Navina cinema. A tiny little shop where you get double layered sandwidches. And cold drinks. Just one of several around the city.

Except this shop will always be synonymous with glass onion. For me at least. A shop where, before every princeton gig, we used to eat.

The Sandwich. The patties. The cakes. The fanta's. I remember even the tiniest details.

Funny how life moves on. But the details of the life that was never do. They haunt this tiny little crevice at the extreme corner of your mind. And come to the forefront once in a while.

I never thought too much about the shop during those days. It's a bit like life i guess.....